– I let you bury me, when you go, in a way that it feels like this weight actually washes away the weight of wanting you from me. Or over me, either way, who cares, really… It’s sudden, kinda fleeting, but it keeps happening over and over, in silence, clinging to memories and to what…
Although feeling it had been the best call, Margarida was somewhat surprised when she felt her bed dead cold for so many nights in a row. She had not realized, however, that even before, even when Afonso was there, hardly anything would warm up, not even that blind passion stubbornly awake. And guess what… she had…
That night, Margarida shut the door in Afonso’s face, unwilling to play his game anymore, dribbling a debate towards another day, towards one of those days when passion does not softly suffocate by a gag we bring ourselves! She then suddenly remembered when they used to be together, speechless, accomplices in serene sins, accomplices in…